Pig Iron's "Isabella"

Hey, you anonymous mass who read this blog.
Been working on the play.
Had some stuff written but failed to post it in all the brouhaha leading up to opening.
I'll get some of that up now.
Thanks for your patience.

(This was written on Thursday, August 30).

The word came up today, in our interview with Marty Moss-Coane. And there it was in bold, in the City Paper.

I suppose it was myopic in the extreme to think that a play about a mortician’s longing for a dead body would not be described as “necrophilia.” But the truth is I have not thought, not a once, about necrophilia when making this piece. I have done no research on “real-world” necrophiliacs, and I have nothing to say about them.

Someone called in during our radio interview today, someone who runs a crematorium, to protest that we had portrayed a mortuary technician “stereotypically” – as lonely, isolated, friendless. She said – and I agree, from our own interviews with mortuary workers – that most morticians are outgoing, warm, quick to tell a joke.

But the piece is not about morticians, either. Although many of them do speak to the dead as they work on them, I have nothing to say about “morticians” as a group with this piece. Any more than Hamlet has something to impart about the murderousness, or indecisiveness, of Danish people.

I guess we’ll see if that overheated term “necrophilia” fills the house. And with who.